I Want To Be A Monster Too

Mike's Eyes Narrowed Shrewdly. "don't Kid Yourself, Bella. The Guy's Head Over Heels For You." "i Know," I Sighed. "life Is Complicated." "and Girls Are Cruel," Mike Said Under His Breath.

Happy And Sad, Elated And Miserable, Secure And Afraid, Loved And Denied, Patient And Angry, Peaceful And Wild, Complete And Empty...all Of It. I Would Feel Everything. It Would All Be Mine.

He Was Right – She Was Beating Herself Up About Hurting His Feelings. The Girl Was A Classic Martyr. She’d Totally Been Born In The Wrong Century. She Should Have Lived Back When She Could Have Gotten Herself Fed To Some Lions For A Good Cause.

But What If It Were You? What If You Were Stuffed In A Human Body And Let Loose On This Planet Only To Find Yourself Lost Among Your Own Kind? What If You Were Such A Good Person That You Tried To Save The Life That You'd Taken That You Almost Died Trying To Get Her Back To Her Family? What If You Then Found Yourself Surrounded By Violent Aliens Who Hated You And Tried To Hurt You And Tried To Murder You Over And Over Again? What If You Just Kept Doing Whatever You Could To Save And Heal People Despite That? Wouldn't You Deserve A Life Too? Wouldn't You Have Earned That Much?

I Felt Like I Was Staring Out Across An Ocean That I Was Going To Have To Swim From Shore To Shore Before I Could Rest Again.